The next morning, after spending another blissful night in Glorfindel’s arms, Erestor shyly knocked on
the door to Elrond’s quarters. He had hoped to find the half-Elf in his study,
but apparently Elrond had decided to sleep in, which was rather unusual for the
Lord of Imladris.

Knocking softly, he
sincerely hoped he wasn’t disturbing any intimacy that was taken place inside
the room. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt Elrond and Thranduil when
making love. Suddenly his hand dropped; wasn’t he making a big mistake in coming
here? Aye, he should reconsider and leave. He couldn’t possibly ask the
Elf-Lords these kinds of questions!

But Elrond’s voice
already echoed through the room. “Enter.”

After drawing in a deep
breath, Erestor pushed down the handle and opened the door. He quickly stepped
into the room and immediately closed the door behind him, not wanting anyone to
accidentally glance inside the room. Keeping his eyes lowered, he waited for
Elrond to address him.

Elrond, sitting up
against the headboard, looked up from braiding his lover’s hair and was
delighted to see Erestor. “Mellon-nîn, you look better every time I see you… And
is that a blush on your face?”

Thranduil now fastened
his gaze on Erestor’s as well, recognizing their friend’s unease when Erestor
shuffled his feet.

“I can leave if you want
me to,” offered Erestor, carefully glancing at them and then lowering his eyes
again. “I do not want interrupt…” His voice faded, leaving a nervous tremor in
the air.

Elrond continued to
smile at the younger Elf. He finished one braid and then began another with his
lover seated between his legs. It was a good thing they had covered themselves
up with sheets at the sound of that knock. Erestor looked like he was ready to
bolt and the younger Elf certainly would have done just that, had he found them
naked.

“Pull up a chair and sit
down,” said Thranduil, wondering what had brought Erestor here. The younger
Elf’s movements were slow and hesitant, but Thranduil’s warm smile seemed to
encourage Erestor to take a seat. “How can we help?” Having known Erestor as an
Elfling, he easily identified the pleading expression in the dark eyes.

Erestor nervously
moistened his lips and still felt unable to look at the two Elves, who so easily
displayed their love and affection to one another. “I have made a mistake in
coming here…” he offered eventually in a shy tone. “I should have known better.
I will leave now.” But contrary to his words, he didn’t move.

Thranduil looked over
his shoulder at Elrond and signaled for his lover to stop braiding his hair,
which the half-Elf did. Moving away from his lover, he shifted closer toward
Erestor and slowly gathered one of the younger Elf’s hands in his. “Now tell me
what is wrong. When you were younger I told you that you could always come to
me. That offer still stands.”

Elrond smiled warmly at
hearing his lover’s tone and was content to watch the scene unfold. Thranduil
was at an advantage here, sharing a lot of history with Erestor. Hopefully
Thranduil would manage to make Erestor open up about whatever troubled him.

Erestor swallowed hard,
trying to rid himself of the growing lump in his throat. All kinds of emotions
made it hard for him to meet Thranduil’s eyes, but when he did, he only
encountered concern and genuine interest in the deep green orbs. For some reason
he felt like the Elfling that had put the little trust he had in Thranduil and
his wife. Maybe he could confide in the golden-haired Elf again.

“I…I…” Erestor stuttered
and suddenly became aware of Thranduil soothingly rubbing the back of his hand.
“I need your advice.”

Elrond moved closer, resting his chest against his lover’s back, listening intently. Maybe he
could help as well?

“You know you can have
it,” said Thranduil reassuringly. “Would you look at me?” It unnerved him that
even after all these centuries Erestor was still hesitant to meet his gaze. When
the younger Elf looked at him, he gently squeezed Erestor’s hand. “Tell me what
troubles you.”

Erestor couldn’t believe
he was actually going to tell Thranduil, but suddenly the words tumbled from his
lips.

Elrond’s heart grew
heavy, seeing the self-doubt in Erestor’s swimming eyes. By the Grace of the
Valar, coming here to ask for their advice was hard on their friend. Still, he
remained quiet, listening closely instead.

“I do not know what to
do,” said Erestor eventually, doing his best to maintain eye contract with his
former protector.

Thranduil nodded in
understanding. “You have never had a lover before,” he said, sighing. “I should
have known.”

Elrond now felt even
guiltier for never having pressed Erestor to tell him the truth about his past.
Maybe then the younger Elf’s life wouldn’t have been so incredibly lonely. His
heart twitched in his chest when Erestor finally found the courage to include
him in his glance as well. The pleading expression in those dark eyes was so
obvious that Elrond reached out and placed his hand on top of Thranduil’s,
cradling both.

Erestor smiled, weakly.
“I do not know what to do. I want to please him and I am afraid to disappoint
him. What do I do?” Now that he had asked his questions he felt slightly calmer.
“Can you give me some advice?”

“Advice...” Thranduil
grinned encouragingly at his former charge. “What would you prefer? Us telling
you what to expect or ask us questions instead?”

Erestor quickly averted
his eyes. “I had hoped to catch Elrond alone. I never really counted on you
being here as well.”

But Thranduil merely
continued his grin. “There is a third option. We could –show- you.” However
ridiculous it sounded, it did make sense. Seeing Elrond and him make love might
take away Erestor’s fears. He still wondered how badly Eridhren had damaged
Erestor. Was the younger Elf afraid to be intimate with Glorfindel, or was it
just nervousness?

“-Show- him?” Elrond
didn’t know if he should be amused or shocked. During these last few days his
lover had undergone quite a transformation. Gone was the angry, insecure and
doubt-driven Elf from his past, and instead a confident, playful mate had
emerged

Erestor, who looked
stricken, was lost for words. He must have misheard!

“Aye, show him. Elrond,
it makes sense if you think about it.” Thranduil’s gaze shifted from Erestor to
the half-Elf. In a barely audible tone he added, “Who knows how scared Erestor
is after what his father did to him. In case you have forgotten, he was
submitted to sexual abuse. It would be good for him to realize that sex is also
caring and beautiful. He has only known pain and fear. Do you understand?”

In a weird way, Elrond
did. He understood the point Thranduil was making. Nodding his head, he agreed
to the proposal. Once they were focused on each other, they would quickly forget
Erestor’s presence.

Thranduil placed a kiss
on his lover’s brow and then looked at Erestor, whose big eyes told him how
stunned the younger Elf was. “What do you say, mellon-nîn? Are you willing to
learn by watching us? I will explain my actions as our lovemaking progresses and
I promise you that you will learn how to please Glorfindel.”

Erestor couldn’t believe
he was actually considering the King’s proposal. “But… but what about… This is
personal, private. I cannot watch you… make love… I cannot.” He seriously doubted
this was okay with Elrond. The half-Elf was probably only going along because
Thranduil had asked him.

Elrond sensed some of
Erestor’s worries and decided to ease them. “We are serious, Erestor. We would
not mind if you watched us this one time.”

Thranduil decided to
take charge. “Move your chair back toward the wall.” Erestor wouldn’t be
comfortable being this close, but maybe if there was some distance between them,
things might be easier for the younger Elf.

Erestor wavered,
uncertain what to do. Two different needs were dueling inside him. He didn’t
want to invade their privacy, but how else would he ever learn how to please his
lover and keep his insecurities at bay? He was desperate not to disappoint
Glorfindel. That last feeling won in the end, and he slowly did as Thranduil had
said, pushing back his chair until there were several feet between him and the
bed.

Thranduil, realizing he
had to make slow, passionate and maddening love to Elrond, already looked
forward to the challenge. Turning around, he shifted Elrond on the bed until
Erestor had a good view of both of them. The half-Elf’s eyes had already
darkened with expectation and he smiled lazily. “Always take your time to
explore your lover’s body. Tease him with soft caresses, let your tongue taste
his skin, and find all those places that make him scream.”

Just hearing those words
had caused Elrond to grow painfully erect. Moaning, he allowed Thranduil to lay
him down on the bed, and when the blond moved between his legs, he eagerly
parted them.

Kneeling between his
lover’s long legs, Thranduil bent forward, set on utterly possessing the
half-Elf during their love making.

Erestor stared in
disbelief at Thranduil, who was now kissing Elrond slowly, and had lured the
half-Elf into parting his teeth. Then Thranduil enthusiastically dipped his
tongue inside the warm, welcoming mouth.

Glorfindel and he had
kissed before as well, but there had never been this intensity between them. His
fears and self-doubt always kept him back. But looking at Thranduil now, he saw
the passion and eagerness with which the golden-haired Elf devoured his lover’s
mouth.

“Pay particular
attention to his throat, neck, ears and eyes.” Lovingly, Thranduil placed tiny
kisses on Elrond’s closed eyelids and then moved on to subtly suckle the flushed
skin beneath his lover’s collarbone. Moving up, he nipped at an earlobe and ran
his tongue along a pointed ear, causing the half-Elf to buck hard in need.

Erestor couldn’t help
being fascinated by the sensual, wanton display. The certainty with which
Thranduil explored Elrond’s body was something he had never witnessed before. It
almost seemed like the elder Elf wasn’t worried in the least.

At first he had felt
uncomfortable watching them, but now he saw the beauty in their movement, the
kisses and caresses. Love radiated from their forms and all he could do was
watch silently and listen to every word Thranduil panted between the caresses he
now bestowed on his partner.

“Nipples are a delight
to toy with,” continued Thranduil, moving lower. “You can do all kinds of
delicious things to them.” Briefly he looked at Elrond, making sure his lover
was enjoying himself during the lecture.

Elrond’s stormy eyes
were dark with passion and he wished Thranduil would hurry and take him, but for
Erestor’s sake he knew the blond would draw this out and only take him after a
long preparation. This was going to be torment!

“Treat them gently at
first,” said Thranduil, truly enjoying himself whilst giving Erestor these
pointers. One nipple twitched against his lips when he sucked gently and the
other hardened even further, rolling the nub between his fingertips. “You might
want to ask Glorfindel just how sensitive his nipples are.” Grinning at Elrond,
he added, “Concentrating on them like this can make your lover come if you are
not careful.”

Elrond trembled with
need, and buried his fingers in the sheets, clawing at the material. Thranduil
was driving him insane with lust!

“Once you have satisfied
your curiosity, explore other areas as well.” Thranduil licked his lips, leaving
a wet trail down Elrond’s abdomen. “But ignore his arousal for now.”

“Ai!” Elrond bucked,
frustrated, when Thranduil licked the inside of his thighs, but blatantly
ignored his throbbing erection. Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to this
sweet and slow torment, realizing it would be some time before he found release.

Erestor vaguely wondered
if Thranduil expected him to take notes, and smiled warmly for the first time
since entering these rooms. A faint twinge of arousal warmed his veins as well,
and although he appreciated their beauty, his passion was kept at bay by the
realization that he only wanted to be with Glorfindel.

“Sometimes licking skin
can really spark the fire,” whispered Thranduil, wickedly, licking the back of
Elrond’s knees and then lowering himself to massage the half-Elf’s feet. “Touch
your lover in whatever way you desire. As long as love accompanies your touch it
will be eagerly accepted, even craved.” Teasingly, he let go of Elrond’s foot
and sat back, watching his lover squirm and groan softly. “At this point he
should be purring.”

Erestor smiled
privately, hearing Elrond’s distressed whimpers and groans. Looking at them, he
wondered which role Glorfindel would want him to adopt. The passive or the
active one? Clearing his throat, he hesitantly formulated his question. “How do
I know… if… my lover wants to do these things to me? Or if he wants me to do
them to him?”

Thranduil nodded
thoughtfully. At seeing Elrond’s distress, he resumed stroking those long legs.
“When you are not very sure of his preference, simply ask. Glorfindel will
answer you truthfully. Communication does make things easier.”

Elrond, getting fed up
by being Thranduil’s test subject, sat up slightly and reached for his lover.
“Aiya, do not leave me like this…”

Thranduil smiled
reassuringly. “Erestor? Always carefully prepare your lover, and should you find
yourself in Elrond’s position insist Glorfindel does the same thing for you. During your
first time there might be some discomfort.”

Erestor mentally made a
note and then watched, open-mouthed, as Thranduil reached for a small vial of
oil. The golden-haired Elf coated a finger in the scented oil and then circled
his lover’s entrance.

Elrond bit his bottom
lip, feeling his lover’s probing finger easily slide inside. Now the torment had
started to become agony. “Please touch me…”

“Always listen to your
lover,” continued Thranduil, curling his fingers around the half-Elf’s erection
and stroking the hard flesh slowly.

Erestor was now growing
hot and wondered if this was the moment when he should discretely disappear, but
he found he was fascinated, watching the two Elves.

“Make sure your lover
does not climax yet. He will want you to be inside of him when he does…”
Thranduil smiled at Elrond, who now pushed back onto his finger. “Don’t you,
melamin?”

“Aye… You inside of me…
Now…” Elrond continued to push down, but one finger was barely enough
stimulation for him to find release.

“Crook your finger,”
said Thranduil, “and explore. A gland is hidden inside his passage and when you
find it…” He paused wickedly and brushed his lover’s sweet spot. “You will
know.” Elrond yelped pitifully and wriggled on the bed.

Erestor now grinned,
crooking his finger as well, realizing how much pleasure he could give
Glorfindel by locating the gland Thranduil had mentioned.

“Soon, nîn ind, soon.”
Thranduil removed his finger and added more oil. Although Elrond was more than
ready to be taken, he was going to do this by the book. “Add more oil and then
return with two fingers.”

Elrond raised his hips
in want, easily allowing his lover entry to his body. “Take me… Make me yours!”

Thranduil laughed
warmly. “I am sorry, melamin. I know you are ready, but Erestor needs to learn
how to do this without hurting Glorfindel or being hurt himself.”

Erestor blushed at
hearing Thranduil’s words, and was once more reminded they were doing this for
him. He should probably apologize to Elrond later, for making him suffer in this
way.

“Move them inside the
tight passage. You do not want to hurt him later.” Scissoring his fingers inside
his lover’s heat, Thranduil stretched and prepared the half-Elf. He had stopped
stroking his lover’s erection and watched Elrond arch his back and thrust in
return. “So eager, nîn ind?”

“Aiya…” Elrond was
panting hard. “Now… Now…”

“Not yet,” teased
Thranduil. “Erestor? Add more oil and then slide three fingers inside.” Which he
did. “If your lover can take those, he is ready.”

Elrond raised his hips,
welcoming the solid pressure when three fingers slid inside his body. “Now? Nîn
glaur, I am about come…”

“Ah, that presents us
with two options.” Thranduil cast a quick look over his shoulder, watching
Erestor briefly. The expression in the younger Elf’s eyes was admiring, even
affectionate. The fact that they were willing to demonstrate this act must mean
a lot to Erestor. After smiling reassuringly, he focused on his squirming lover
once more.

“What…two… options?”
Big-eyed, Elrond stared at his lover. For some reason those words worried him.
What was the blond up to?

Thranduil lazily stroked
his lover’s skin, letting his fingertips bestow feather light touches to
Elrond’s abdomen. “You could let him come right now… That way he will be utterly
relaxed when you take him, but… there is much pleasure in feeling him come when
you are buried inside him. So, the question is; do we let him come now and then wait
for him to grow hard so he can come again… or not?”

Elrond nearly cursed his
lover. “Take me now! We are –not- waiting for me to grow hard again!” He
wouldn’t endure more of this torment, not even for the sake of Erestor’s
‘education’.

“Always listen to your
lover,” whispered Erestor, wondering when he had become this involved in their
lovemaking.

Elrond sighed
thankfully. “Erestor is right. That is what you said!”

Sighing dramatically,
Thranduil’s green eyes twinkled with mischief, but in the end his own arousal
made him humor his lover. Taking hold of the oil again, he applied a generous
amount to his hard flesh. “You would be better to use too much than too little.”

“Your lover should be
relaxed by now,” resumed Thranduil, as he curled his fingers around his hard
flesh. “But continue slowly.” Positioning himself at his lover’s entrance, he
antagonizing slowly slid inside.

Elrond threw back his
head, arched his back and relished the feel of Thranduil burying himself to the
hilt effortlessly. Using his hold on the blond’s hair, he pulled Thranduil
closer.

Thranduil was finding it
increasingly difficult to teach Erestor the finesse of lovemaking. His tone was
raw when he whispered, ”Always look into his eyes, Erestor, for they are the
mirror of your lover’s soul.” Setting a slow and lazy rhythm, he supported his
lover’s legs, whilst making passionate love to Elrond. For a few moments he lost
himself in the thrusts, and all he knew was this incredibly slick heat engulfing
him. “I love you, nîn ind,” he declared, kissing Elrond breathless.

Once more, Erestor
wondered if he was supposed to leave now, but he couldn’t take his eyes of the
two radiant being making such sweet and tender love. Instinctively, he knew that
this was what making love should be like.

Elrond, unable to keep
back any longer, came hard, spilling warm cream between their joined bodies.

Thranduil stopped
thrusting, craving the sensations clenching his hot flesh. The spasms, caused by
Elrond’s inner muscle, led him to his orgasm. Belatedly, he realized he should
tell Erestor what this felt like, but he couldn’t be bothered, riding out tidal
waves of passion instead.

Exhausted, Thranduil
collapsed on top of his trembling lover. Hearing sounds behind him, he forced
himself to say, “Stay, Erestor. We are not done yet.”

Erestor obediently
settled down in his chair again. What else was there for him to learn?

Thranduil showered
Elrond’s face with tender kisses and locked eyes with the half-Elf, smiling
brightly. “I love you,” he repeated and devoured his lover’s words, when Elrond
declared his love as well.

Pushing himself away
from the half-Elf, he flexed his muscles and slowly pulled out of his lover’s
body. “Be careful when you pull out, Erestor. You can actually hurt your lover
when you act too rashly.” After easing out, he kissed Elrond again and rolled
the half-Elf onto his side, away from Erestor. Spooning up behind Elrond, he
said, “There might not be any need to talk, but I am sure your lover will
eagerly listen to any compliments you wish to bestow on him. Hold him close;
tell him how much you love him.”

Erestor nodded. After
clearing his throat, he whispered in a shaky tone, “Thank you for sharing this
with me. I never knew how wonderful and tender this act could be. I do not feel
afraid any more.”

“Good,” Thranduil chuckled. “And that concludes your lesson. You should now practice on your own
lover, Erestor.”

“I will,” said Erestor,
feeling incredibly lightheaded and warm. After closing the door behind him, he
leaned against the wall for support. His heart was racing with passion for
Glorfindel, and if it were up to him, he would seduce the Elda right now. But
Thranduil had taught him way more than just the actual act. The golden-haired
Elf had taught him to always put his lover first. If he really wanted to follow
through and seduce his lover tonight he needed to make preparations.

Hurrying down the
corridor, he nearly broke out in song, for his heart was filled with more love
than he had ever thought possible.

“Aye, I did,” admitted
Thranduil, amused. “But I should apologize for drawing it out this much. I just
wanted to make sure Erestor knew what to do.”

“Glorfindel will be a
very happy Elf once Erestor finds enough courage to make love to him,” said
Elrond, giddily.

“Uhm…” mused Thranduil,
“You think Glorfindel will be on the receiving end?” Had he inspired Erestor to
be the dominant one?

“I think so,” sighed
Elrond, pleasantly tired. “Erestor now realizes just how much pleasure he can
give Glorfindel and he will want to do just that.”

“Well, you did squirm
nicely beneath my touch.” Thranduil gently suckled his lover’s skin, and then
moved to nip at his slightly pointed ear.

“Aye, you made me
squirm.” Elrond had seldom felt this sated before. “It was nice though; you
making such slow love to me.”

Thranduil nodded,
snuggling closer to his lover and pulling Elrond to his chest. They would clean
up in a moment, but he wanted to savor this moment. “Maybe the next time we make
love you can make me squirm?”

“Maybe. Do you think
Erestor needs another lesson then?” teased Elrond. “You did forget to mention
the variety of positions available to him.”

“Ah, but that was on
purpose. Let him find out himself.” Thranduil grew serious. “I took you in this
way, because Erestor will need eye contact with Glorfindel and therefore this
was the only right position.” Stroking the long, dark hair, he deeply inhaled
the half-Elf’s musky scent. “I love to see that expression in your eyes when you
finally find release. This is quickly becoming my favorite position to make love
in. What about you?”

“I like to feel you
behind me… When I am on all fours and…” A huge yawn made it impossible for
Elrond to finish. He blinked sleepily. No, this couldn’t be happening! He
couldn’t go back to sleep! It was noon
and work was piling in his study.

“I will keep that in
mind,” promised Thranduil. His lover’s breathing was slowing down and he could
tell the half-Elf was drained. “You are about to fall asleep again. Did I wear
you out?”

“I think you did,”
sighed Elrond, resigned. “But I cannot stay in bed all day long. There is so
much work—“

Thranduil cut him short.
“Why don’t you sleep for a few hours? I will ask Elrohir and Elladan to look at
all pressing matters.”

“You cannot. Elrohir is
at the Bruinen with Legolas, and Elladan…” Yawning again, he chuckled softly.
“Elladan joined today’s patrol.”

“Then I will attend to
these matters myself. But you should rest.” Running his fingers through the
long, dark mane, he waited for Elrond to fall asleep. Once the half-Elf was
sound asleep, he whispered, “Elrond, I love you so much that I can no longer
live without you.” After pressing a kiss on the silk hair, he rose from the bed
and tucked a warm blanket tightly around the half-Elf’s form.

After cleaning himself
up and getting dressed again, he regretted leaving Elrond behind. He would have
loved to hold the half-Elf in his sleep, but someone had to keep an eye on
Imladris.

Closing the door behind
him, he wondered how Legolas was doing. Elrohir and Legolas were spending the
day at the Bruinen and he hoped his son was enjoying himself. He hated to see
his youngest son full of sadness and sorrow. Hopefully Elrohir would be as good
for Legolas as Elrond was for him.